Whoa! A real life hodag.
This place is mind-blowingly cool.
If only my dad could see me now.
[buzzing]
Huh?
[screaming]
So what should we do next,
grab some world famous hodag hot dogs?
[laughing]
- Never. - What's so funny?
Lunch isn't slotted for another hour, ya goof.
We still have 60 more minutes of hodagging before then.
Sweet. You know, I think I can really get behind
this whole structured vacation thing.
Oh, we're like this at home, too.
Where you're welcome to join us any time, Nate.
Any time. Any time.
I'm moving in with the Popes!
Okay, son. Hey, bring back ice cream.
Maybe forever! As in, like, you know, permanently!
See if they have mint chip, 'kay?
Uh, Mr. Eustis is dropping off Spitsy later.
He's going to polka festival in Orlando.
Ah, the Paris of the south.
Yeah, oui oui.
[door shutting]
Oh, hi, Nate. Back so soon?
Well, you said I was welcome at any time, right?
Oh, yes, we did. Come on in, pal.
[rooster crowing] [yawning]
Another beautiful morning.
[gasping]
[slurping]
Oh, uh, hi there, Nate.
I know what you've all been thinking.
We don't have time to schedule everything for Nate.
Well, lucky for you, I took the planning into my own hands.
From now on, every minute
of every day will be scheduled by me.
He can't do that. Can he do that?
No rules against it in the Pope family charter.
Come on, folks.
We've got some fun to get through.
Now, I have adjusted the schedule
such that everyone in the house is allocated
ten minutes in the shower.
Oh. I mean, that doesn't seem so bad.
- Combined. - And there it is.
[family groaning]
Well done, Popes. Well done.
Aren't you gonna go next, Nate?
No, no, no, no, no.
I only bathe during the full moon
for reasons I simply can not go into.
[sighing]
[clanking]
Huh. That's weird.
[gasping]
[door shutting]
[gasping]
Hi there. We're about to bend the very fabric of reality,
so I can't buy any Girl Scout cookies right now.
Mr. Wright, I have a plan to get both of our families back.
But I'm going to need your help.
[gasping] You can bring Nate back to us?
I'm desperate to bring Nate back to you.
This drawing is a cry for help. Ellen, come down here!
Look, proof that Nate's alive.
[gasping]
Holy smokes. Is that my son?
A little more to the right, old chaps.
Oh, hello, former family.
Once the backyard amusement park is completed
and our artisanal frozen juice sticks
have been artisanally frozen,
we'll enjoy said artisanally frozen juice sticks.
Then allow 30 minutes of digestion
prior to mounting our roller coaster.
Then and only then we shall dine
on chocolate lasagna.
Help me.
I said to the right, you unlit gibbon.
I say take your filthy hands off me.
This is not on the schedule.
What is this rudimentary rubbish?
Whose prints are these?
It's you. You're Nate, and we want your old self back.
This weird, super realistic art with a British accent,
it's not you.
Huh?
[grunting]
Uh, guys, what's happening with Nate?
I'm trying to get out!
[screaming] Ooh!
Three, two, one.
Uh, what's going on?
[grunting]
[screaming]
Huh?
[screaming]
[chuckles]
Please, Nate, come back to us.
The world needs your awesomeness!
["awesomeness" echoing]
They need my awesomeness!
Huh?
Try and plan for this!
[gasping]
It's bedtime, schedule boy.
[screaming]
[mumbling]
What- What's going on?
Nate's back? Nate's back!
[unintelligible]
Oh, I missed you so much, Nate. Don't leave me again.
Okay, seriously, you have to leave now.